Yue Lao looked at Si Ming Xingjun who was walking away, stomped his feet, and after sighing, he could only go back to his palace.

The little boy with the horn tied was spinning the red thread in the palace, and after the old man came in, he stood up and called out to the master.

Yue Lao waved his hand, stood in front of the mirror flower platform, and pinched a trick in front of the mirror, and a complex red line appeared in the mirror.

"Cutting and untidying is still mess......y," Yue Lao belched, his hand groping along the ends of the thread.

The scene in the mirror kept changing with the sliding of Yue Lao's fingers, and the scene quickly moved to both sides, but the red line was never interrupted, but tightened more and more.

Yue Lao frowned, and secretly scolded Si Ming Xingjun in his heart for not being a thing, and actually wrote the lives of the two in two different era backgrounds, I really don't know if he was a mistake or deliberate, in this way, the age difference is a huge gap.

Do you think these two people can achieve positive results in this life without memory?

If you can't join hands to form a marriage, this is the fate of the two, and this red line can only be cut in the end, breaking the will of three lives and three lives, which is a pity......

Su Yan in the dream couldn't know Yue Lao's thoughts, nor could she hear his inner monologue, she could only see Yue Lao in the dream through the mirror flower platform and help the mortal couple to conclude the red thread.

Su Yan looked at Yue Lao, and didn't know if this Yue Lao had anything to do with the Yue Lao Red Line System Network that pushed her to the eighties, if she belonged to the same person, then she would have to complain about him fiercely.

It's unreliable, look at the red lines in the mess, and I don't know if I have the wrong line for myself......

Su Yan scolded and scolded, and as soon as the picture in the dream changed, the scene in front of him changed completely.

Lightning and thunder thundered in the sky, like a silver bottle cracking, piercing the sky.

In the Fengshen Tower, a man and a woman lie and sit, all dressed in ancient costumes.

The man had just experienced the blow of the Nine Heavenly Thunders, and his hair was messy, looking embarrassed and weak.

The woman's back was facing the entrance and exit of the Fengshen Tower, the long green silk was draped over her back, leaning over and hugging the man, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she was crying.

It was very strange that this time Su Yan couldn't hear their conversation, only saw a drop of crystal tears slipping from the woman's beautiful face onto the man's heroic face, the woman muttered something, the man shook his head, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears for her.

The sense of déjà vu in the picture made Su Yan feel sad inexplicably, although she couldn't hear the dialogue, she could feel and understand without any obstacles.

The two of them loved each other deeply, but they didn't know why they couldn't be together......

As a bystander, Su Yan couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy for them.

Before she could wipe away her tears, the picture changed again.

The man who was still dying in the Fengshen Pagoda before, dressed in simple white clothes, suddenly stood in front of the reincarnation platform, with a long posture and outstanding bearing, without sorrow or joy.

Behind him stood the Heavenly Monarch and a group of immortal figures, and their eyes fell on him alone.

Tianjun asked him, "Do you want to think clearly?" If you turn back, this monarch will not be guilty of the past. ”

The man turned his head slightly, smiled indifferently, opened his lips and said the four words 'Father, take care', and calmly jumped off the reincarnation platform.

Looking at the scene where he jumped down, Su Yan's whole heart seemed to be lifted, and he blurted out a 'don't'......